Don't get me wrong! I really did love the farm, but something in my bones knew it was time to rest. There is a season for harvest, and a season to lie fallow. Now, in these first weeks of November, we've had our first heavy snow and the last crisp leaves just barely cling to the branches.
There is still work to be done, but of a different nature:
Last week, I secured a Winter CSA share from a local farm to split with a friend.
Yesterday, I took inventory of all my preserved foods from the summer.
Today, I'll start making bone broth from several stewing hens, elder laying chickens from a farm two counties north.
In the weeks to come, I plan to set up indoor greens-growing (gotta have some chlorophyll over the winter!): plant cilantro on my windowsill, revive my sprouting jar, and maybe even try my hand at micro-greens.
So, farewell to summer, and to my time at the farm.
Here's to the first signs of winter, a bit of rest, and a stocked pantry...